If you haven’t already, make sure to read part 1 of this story. Because otherwise this wouldn’t make much sense.

“What do you think about them?”“About who?”“About people, in general”. He inhaled the smoke, and then added: “About people you observe so
assiduously”.She raised her eyebrow. What does this man wants? It’s
7AM, it’s ridiculously early for philosophical discussion. Or any
discussion.“I don’t think anything. I don’t know them and I don’t
want to know them. I don’t care about facts. I just like to imagine them
and their life the way I want to, that’s all.”“Seems like you’re a social butterfly”, he grinned at her.“You’re
your own best company”. She wanted to stop talking to this too curious
(maybe even noisy) man, but something made her continue. She was aware
that that something was loneliness and desire for human
interaction that doesn’t consist of talking just to fill the silence and
waiting your turn to speak instead of listening carefully. And it’s
easier to pour your heart out to a stranger.“I don’t really fit with
others. You would tell that that makes me stand out, but it’s actually
the opposite. I was always invisible, always somewhere in the
background. Everyone i know would describe me as “ok”. No one loves me
or hates me, i’m just “ok”. I’m just kinda there and that’s okay
with me. No one expects anything from me. All I want is someone to
understand me, to really understand me, but maybe there’s nothing
special to be understood when it comes to me”.She thought she sounded too pathetic so she shut up. “There are people whose lives are but a ripple in the water. Invisible,
inaudible, unreal, they leave no print in the sandy desert of humankind.
We do not know whence they came into our midst, and when they depart,
we know not why or where they have gone.”“What?”“Borislav Pekić.
It’s a beginning of one of his books.It reminded me of what you just
told me about yourself. But tell me more. Who are you?”“Only if you tell me who are you. But there’s not much about me to tell.”“Sure, but you first.”She
felt a little bit awkward telling an absolute stranger, a tramp who was
in the station to warm up, so many things about herself. But she’s
leaving anyway, so she started:“My name is Ana. I’m 25. I have older
brother and younger sister. I’m the middle child. My parents work at
the bank. I finished university. Now I found a job in another country so
I have to move. That’s why i’m here. And…” She didn’t know what else to
say. Was there anything else to be said?“That’s it”, she said after short period of silence. “Your turn”.“Wow,
you told me so much” he responded sarcastically. “But that’s okay. Now
i’ll tell you my story, maybe it will inspire you to tell me something
that’s not written in the documents.I was born far away from here…”

(Fragment from a book i’ll never write, part 2. Next part will be online on 9th October)

In my opinion, this is how writing a book should start :) Creating a draft, see how it goes, and better yet, if you can share with your readers, that's a lot more useful than people think. Writing doesn't need to be a solitary activity. I don't know if you've heard of Scribophile, but it's a very cool community where people share their drafts and work in progress. Anyway, I really like where this is going, thanks for sharing.

i used to love writing stories when i was younger (still schooling) but somehow the ideas just stopped coming. I think you've portrayed Ana's feelings very well here, with her actual reluctance to sort of entertain a total stranger and yet, also didn't want to be rude to him to ignore him. I wonder how his story will go.

This is the part that i love : “There are people whose lives are but a ripple in the water. Invisible, inaudible, unreal, they leave no print in the sandy desert of humankind. We do not know whence they came into our midst, and when they depart, we know not why or where they have gone.”

Continue writing; you're totally good at it. I guess we have one promising writer on the making here. :) Keep the ideas flowing. Continhe to write drafts and you may look back and see where it takes you.

I love stories like these. Strangers talking about their life and thoughts, giving advice and realizing that everything is okay, that there's someone feeling like the way you do. I cant wait for October 9. I wanna know who the guy is. :)

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